Chapter 6343 The Perfect Partner (Taboo/Incest Sex):>Ep3
- But the big, comfortable old sofa in the lounge was the main theatre of operations. Mum had always sat in a single, upholstered chair when watching television, her feet on a leather pouffe, while I sprawled on the sofa. But a couple of weeks into the dating scenario she started sitting with me on the sofa. I mean it was a huge old thing, easily big enough for four people, that wasn't the issue, but she sat very near to me and I was aware of her physical presence, especially if she'd just finished work and she was still in her nurse's uniform. I didn't dislike this new, physical persona, indeed, I started to enjoy it and welcomed her closeness as we watched some rubbishy soap opera. I felt warm when she was around me, slightly light-headed. I assumed, when I thought about it at all, that mum was in some way practising being a sexy woman again, against the day when she actually met up with someone she liked. At least, that was how I explained it to myself when she first held my hand during a desperately sad, romantic film. Quite soon hand-holding became commonplace, regardless of the programme. And she would also snuggle up to me and put her head on my shoulder and at these times I would stiffen, both literally and metaphorically. Intensely aware of her touching me, senses heightened, hearing her breathing, slow and regular, especially when she fell asleep, smelling her nurse's scent of soap and disinfectant.
- Sometimes she would stretch out at one end of the sofa and put her stockinged feet in my lap. After a few times, I started massaging her feet, making her coo softly with pleasure as I used my thumbs on her tired arches, relishing the feel of the nylon of her pantyhose, reinforced at the toes and heel. At times like this I would inevitably grow a monster erection which I would feel deeply embarrassed about and try to cover up, usually by putting a cushion in my lap. I don't know if my mother noticed; she never said anything.
- Just after the seventh date, Jodie came home from university for the Christmas holiday. Mum asked me not to say anything to my sister about the dating app and all the disastrous dates. And I couldn't help noticing that mum stopped hugging me or even sitting on the sofa with me if Jodie was around. Strangely I missed the little frisson of excitement that these muted contacts with my mother generated.